Chapter twenty-Seven
Liam The weekend stretches on, long and slow without her here, but I’m learning how to make it feel less empty. I’ve been fixing up the garage, tinkering with my car, and even mowing the lawn just to feel like something’s moving forward. Still, every few minutes, I catch myself staring at my phone, hoping for a message, a photo, anything from Mia. By late afternoon, the message finally comes: Video chat? I miss you. My chest tightens. I click accept before I even think. “Hey,” I say, grinning, trying to mask the ache I feel when I can’t reach out and touch her. “Hey,” she replies softly, leaning back on her dorm bed, hair messy, pajamas on. She looks… homey. Even three states away, she’s mine. We talk, as usual, about mundane things—classes, assignments, a funny story about her room
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